[ god, she loves the feeling of his fingertips against her sides, breathing out slowly as his hands travel up her sides. even though she knows it's not about her right now, roxy can't help the soft whimper when her body is left alone for real this time.
only to melt into another whimper, this time pleased: ichiro's touch is now in her hair, and her head tips into his touch for a split second. ]
Ya think so...? [ it's a good thing ichiro moved his shirt because now she can make eye contact with him as her hands move to his thighs and she brushes her lips over the pale gradient of skin below his bellybutton. ]
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only to melt into another whimper, this time pleased: ichiro's touch is now in her hair, and her head tips into his touch for a split second. ]
Ya think so...? [ it's a good thing ichiro moved his shirt because now she can make eye contact with him as her hands move to his thighs and she brushes her lips over the pale gradient of skin below his bellybutton. ]